Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-07-13

| CONSCIENCE, revolving, struggled against IL,
| but the guawIng of a painful and terribly
excited curiosity urged her on. She took
the paper, opened il, and recognized jules
! handwriting, trembling scrawl Hritten
in pencil She read. Come bv Yourself
snd Kiss Tie, my poor friend. am going
, 10 die. ~
At first she did not understand and
Z stood there stupeted, being especially
| shocked 10y the idea Of death Then. sud-
denly, the familiar tone of the letter
caught her attention, and aS in one great
lightning fash, illuminating her whole
life, she saw all the Infamous truth. all
their treason, all their pertidy. She un-
dcrstood their long deceit their looks,
their silent mockery Of her good faith.
their betrayal Of her confidence. She
saw them again, each in front Of the other
at evenings, under the shade Of her own
lamp. reading the same book. consulting
each other with their ewes NJ the end Of
each page
And her heart, swollen with indigna-
ton. bruised with suffering sank in n
lmitless despair.
Footsteps approached, she fed and
locked herself up in her own room
A little while after her husband called
her:
Come quick! Mime. Rosset is dying "
Berthe appeared At her door. and said
with white and trembling lips:
Go back alone TO her,-she has no
need of me-
He stared at her wildly, half crazed by
grief, and repeated:
Quick quick she is dying"
Berthe replied
You would h- better pleased il il were
me-
Then, perhaps. he understood, and went
back alone TO the chamber of the diving
woman.
He wept for her without dissimulation,
without shame-indifferent to the grief Of
his wife, who no longer spoke To him or
looked at him, and lived alone with her
disgust for him in dumb anger-praying
morning and night 10 God.
Nevertheless they still lived together.
ate together at the same table-in silence
and despair
Gradually his grief calmed down, but
she did not forgive him.
And So life went on-terribly unhappy
for both Of them.
For one year they remained as COM
pletely strangers To each other rs If they
had never met. Berthe almost went mad
Then one morning she left the house AT
dawn and returned about s O'Clock. car
rying in both hands an enormous bouquet
of roses-white roses-all white.
And she sent word to her husband that
she desired to speak TO him.
He came, feeling anxious, uneasy.
She said TO him:
I'VE are going out together. Please
carry these flowers; they are too heavy
for me"
He took the bouquet and followed his
wife.
4 carriage was waiting for them; it
started Immediately they had taken their
seats.
She stopped at the gate Of the ceme-
tery. Then Berthe, whose eyes filed
with tears, said TO Georges: Take me TO
her tomb" He trembled without know
ing why, and walked Oh before her, still
carrying the flowers in his arms Finally
he stopped before white marble and des-
ignated it without saying anything.
Then she took the great bouquet from
him, and, kneeling down, laid it at the
foot Of the grave Then she prayed for q
little whiie-prayed suppliantly and ST
lentlyl
Standing behind her, her husband,
haunted by memories, WAS weeping
She rose up, aud held out her hands to
him.
II you wish,"she said, I'VE will lie
friends Translated for Times Demo
crat from the French Of Guy de Msupas
SAINT.